The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1887-01-21

if nothln had happened. Ard Oh, don't
YOU give me UP To en-, plen-c- please,
lady, or they'll best me TO death an sell
me TO the doctors afterwards -
e. Don't be afraid my little fellow,
said Miss Nancy vino had been giving
some orders in hurried whisper to a
gTizzlcd old -cTvGnt-mal0 who l.Hd stood
staring III TIE background. Come with
me. Why, how cold your hands are.
No one shall harm you
She lei the sobbing. shrinking little
1Irchfn INTO a cosey parlor, where the
crimson carrer and curtains seemed to
reflect ruGdy lights Tr,,-l lhe Ele"ihS
seT-Coal fire and the chandelier tus'''
a shaded m-tre through the room.
The walls were hung with sOberly
tinted old family portraits, which seemed
To stare down upon the bewildered child
with eyes CI TcVrUach and curiosity.
Sec Nancy he j. really pretty said
Miss Bct-cy. smoothing down the tangled
curly hair as she led him 10 the fire.
And only see what blue ewes he has
Poor little soul. and SO young, too-a
mere baby! What 10 your name, child.
d" Chailior
" Charlie what?"
But the child shook his head.
q" Only Charlie-aud mamma'5 name
was Phoebe -
At that instant, in his restless motions
around, the little follow caught sight OF
a portrait hanging in a recess, hitherto
obseured from his gaze. He uttered
cry:
q Mamma that lie Charles own
mamma !"
e Gracious goodness ~ exclaimed Miss
Nancy, trembling in every joint; what
does this child mean? That is our
Phoebe :"
1T is mammal Mamms's name was
Phusbe and she had black hair just
like that and big black eyes
And the child, who had treasured up
that one flower Of memory in his mind
for two long years, began TO sob and cry
Il want my mammal they have
taken her away from me! Where Is my
mamma?'
Hiss Betsey rose up, pale and solemn.
Nancy, its q voice from the grave
It's Phoebe come back to US, 10 put her
little chtIds hand in oursi We have
searched for her in vain these five years,
now her orphan child has come straight
to Us
Don't you see Gods hand IN Il.
Nancy? We disowned her, and sent her
away, because she would marry tho man
she lOved-we never releutcd when we
heard she was left a widow, but we
mourned and sought her long when it
was too late
Her voice was stifled by tears, but
little Charlie was held close-cIose TO
her heart. The outcast bahe-the iittle
neglected pariah, had been led 10y the
guiding hand OF Providence straight to
the home and the hearts that were wait
ing for him.
Tho policemen, summoned duly by old
Margery, arrived and were put ON the
watch. And when tho basement door
wa~ stealthily unboitcd, Nr. Douley and
Ar- Dennis walked straight into the
arms Of two burly detectives.
It's THAI little chate o. the world who
has betrayed US, nut Ill tear his heart
out !' shrieked Mrs. Dennis vaiHly strug-
Cling with her captors. But Charlie,
holding tightly or 10 Miss Naucy7 pro-
tccting hand, boldly dctied her thrust-
and Nike DOoleys deeper rand moro silent
rage.
Charlie WAS 100 young TO know il. but
he had escaped q fate worse than death
Tho two old-muii auntS took Eirn into
tho vacant spot in their hearts. and
Charlie learned for tho first time in his
life what it was to have a home.
Some people talk Of fate. Miss Bet
sey would say rehoctively, ' but / call it
Providence. II you don't believe what
say, just let me tell you the story OF our
litHe Chsrliew